In the previous chapter, a mysterious messenger arrived bearing unknown news, leaving the allied forces shrouded in doubt. Yet the trumpet of war had already sounded, leaving no room for hesitation. Now, on the Radiant Plains, the howling wind carried with it a tense and heavy atmosphere, as a decisive battle for the fate of the continent unfolded.
The warriors of the Wild Wolf Tribe surged forward like a black tide, their deafening war cries echoing across the plains as if tearing the very sky apart. Towering and muscular, their bodies exuded brute strength, and their bloodthirsty eyes burned with a frenzied zeal. They brandished their weapons high, charging with an unstoppable force toward the allied forces.
The allied army stood firm, their eyes unwavering, brimming with courage. Quickly, they formed their ranks: archers nocked their arrows, bowstrings pulled taut like full moons; mages waved their staves, chanting incantations as magical energy coalesced in the air; pikemen gripped their long spears tightly, their steel tips glinting coldly in the dim light, forming a bristling wall of iron thorns.
At the forefront stood Solomon, shining like a radiant star piercing through the darkness. Clad in gleaming heavy armour that reflected the sunlight, he was the embodiment of unyielding resolve. His deep, bright eyes revealed an unshakeable determination. In his hands, he wielded the Sword of Stars, its blade glowing with mysterious runes that seemed to tremble with excitement, resonating with its master's indomitable will.
"Warriors! For glory! For our homeland—CHARGE!" Solomon roared, his voice like a thunderclap as he plunged into the enemy ranks like a ferocious tiger descending from the mountains. His movements were impossibly fast, his figure flickering like a phantom among his foes. The Sword of Stars became a streak of light in his hands, every swing bringing forth a storm of blood and carnage. Enemy strikes rained down upon him like hailstones, yet he dodged with extraordinary agility and precision, narrowly evading every blow.
"Look! It's Solomon! He fights like a god of war!" an allied soldier shouted in awe.
"With him leading us, we can't lose!" another soldier replied, his voice brimming with confidence.
As the battle raged on, Solomon knew the time had come to deliver a decisive blow. Taking a deep breath, he channelled the sacred energy within him, which surged like a torrential river. Gathering this immense power into the Sword of Stars, the blade began to glow brighter and brighter, radiating like a miniature sun.
"Celestial Rift Strike!" Solomon bellowed as he raised the Sword of Stars high, then swung it with all his might. A massive wave of energy erupted from the blade, crashing into the enemy ranks like a tidal wave. Wherever the energy passed, the enemy's defences crumbled like sandcastles under a storm. The warriors of the Wild Wolf Tribe were hurled into the air, their screams filling the battlefield. Blood and carnage painted a grim tableau, as the once-imposing enemy line disintegrated into chaos.
"Allied warriors, the time to counterattack is now!" Solomon's rallying cry resounded across the battlefield.
Invigorated, the allied forces surged forward. Infantry advanced with steadfast determination, their spears thrusting forward with precision. Cavalry flanked the enemy with devastating charges, their blades slashing through their foes like a whirlwind. From the rear, archers unleashed volleys of arrows, darkening the sky like a swarm of locusts, while mages rained down brilliant spells that exploded within the enemy ranks like dazzling fireworks.
The Wild Wolf Tribe's chieftain watched the scene unfold, his expression grim. He knew that without a desperate gamble, his tribe faced annihilation. Steeling his resolve, he began to chant an ancient and forbidden incantation, willing to sacrifice everything for victory.
"Oh, great Wolf God, grant me your power!" the chieftain roared as his body began to radiate an eerie black light. His life force burned away rapidly, fueling an explosive surge in strength. His muscles bulged, veins popping like thick ropes under his skin. The massive sword in his hands grew even larger, its edge radiating an ominous aura.
"Solomon! Today will be your last!" the chieftain bellowed as he charged forward, his steps shaking the earth. Each stride brought him closer, and his overwhelming presence caused allied soldiers to scatter in fear.
Solomon felt the oppressive power radiating from the chieftain, yet his gaze remained steady, filled only with resolute determination. "Come! I've been waiting for this!" he declared, gripping the Sword of Stars tighter as he stood his ground.
The two clashed in a blinding collision of force, the shockwave rippling outward like a storm, toppling nearby soldiers from both sides. The battlefield fell silent as all eyes turned to witness the titanic duel.
As the battle raged, Solomon realised that while the chieftain's attacks were powerful, they lacked finesse. Moreover, the rapid consumption of his life force made his movements increasingly sluggish. Sensing an opening, Solomon waited patiently, biding his time for the perfect moment to strike.
The chieftain, sensing Solomon's intent, let out a furious roar and swung his massive sword with renewed vigour. Desperation fuelled his assault, but his movements became reckless and predictable.
"Hmph. A futile struggle!" Solomon sneered, deftly evading the chieftain's strikes as he positioned himself for the final blow.
Suddenly, a commotion erupted on the far side of the battlefield. A mysterious cavalry unit clad in jet-black armour appeared, their eerie presence sending shockwaves through the allied ranks. These enigmatic riders bore long, dark lances that gleamed with a chilling, spectral light. Their helmets were adorned with strange runes, concealing their faces, and their silence only added to their ominous aura.
The appearance of this shadowy force threw the allied forces into disarray. Who were they? Why had they arrived at such a critical moment? Were they allies or foes? A cloud of uncertainty descended upon the battlefield as doubt gnawed at the hearts of the allied soldiers.
As Solomon continued his duel with the chieftain, the arrival of this mysterious cavalry cast a shadow over the battle's outcome. What role would they play? And how would the clash between Solomon and the chieftain conclude? For now, the answers remained shrouded in suspense.